Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

The spontaneity of slaps is sincerity, whereas the ceremonial of caresses is largely convention.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.

To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.